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CHAPTER 61

Penulis: Wummie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-04 00:07:00

AMAYA

I can still feel his lips on mine.

No amount of scrubbing pans, hauling crates, or replaying last night in my head makes the memory go away. I’d told myself it wouldn’t happen, that Darian, Alpha of this cursed pack, would never lower himself to touch someone like me.

And yet… he did.

I was proven wrong in a way that I couldn't dispute even if I wanted to.

The worst part is that for those few heartbeats in the kitchen, I kissed him back. My traitorous body forgot everything. My mission, my purpose, even my name.

I promised myself this morning, while shoving away the lump in my throat and tying my apron strings too tight, that I’d never let him get close again. Whatever spark lit between us must be buried deep, before it burns me alive.

But promises are useless in a house that feels more like a cage with every passing hour.

The main hall is alive with murmurs when I step in carrying a tray of wine for the midday gathering. A dozen elders sit around a long table while Evel
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    LUCIANI'm a very reasonable man.And no, I'm not just saying that to toot my own horn. It's something I've proven time and again.I can even go as far as to say that I'm rational and level-headed. It usually takes a lot to rile me up. Growing up as the younger brother to the future alpha, it was hard to escape comparison.I've had to listen to people compare me to Darian and talk about how he was truly the best person to lead the pack, not that I would have wanted that anyway. It was just annoying that they expected us to compete against one another when it was already clear as day that we didn't have the same fate.So I never gave in and learned to detach myself from the comparisons. That was partly why I was abroad for so long. I was able to discover who I was outside the protection of the Grayhide Pack, and let's just say I wasn't disappointed with what I discovered.So, no. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I'm a reasonable man... well, mostly, I guess.Until I found myself ob

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 68

    AMAYAThe night pressed close around me like a living thing.The forest was silent, except for the rustle of leaves overhead and the quick, uneven beat of my own heart. I stood in a small clearing not far from the pack’s grounds, the moonlight spilling like liquid silver across the ground. My palms tingled, the faint burn of magic simmering under my skin, and I clenched my fists, trying to call it forth.Nothing happened.I hissed in frustration, shutting my eyes. I could feel it, the strange, restless energy moving inside me since the night of the burn. It shifted under my skin like wildfire, alive and urgent, but every time I reached for it, it slipped through my grasp like water.“Focus,” I whispered to myself, spreading my hands. “Just focus. You can do this.”The air stirred. For a breath, sparks fluttered across my fingertips like fireflies. My pulse jumped, heat rushing through me. But then the energy surged too fast, too hard. Pain seared my palm. I yanked my hand back with a

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 67

    DARIANThe council chamber is thick with unease.The air feels heavier than the smoke drifting from the braziers, heavier even than the thick furs draped across the chairs. Papers litter the table, reports of patrols and warding sigils, all pointing to the same truth. Someone has been testing our defenses.And Theron has been waiting for this moment.He leans forward, his hands pressed flat on the polished wood, his voice carrying across the chamber with calculated strength. “Alpha, this cannot go unanswered. Two breaches in one month? The Grayhide Pack looks weak. If we do nothing, the territories will smell blood.”Murmurs ripple among the elders. One clears his throat. “He is right, Alpha. The wards should have held. Someone inside...”“Inside,” Theron cuts in smoothly, his hawk-like eyes sweeping the room, “is exactly where we must look. Secrets leak from the bottom up. Servants talk. Slaves whisper. And rogues…” He lets the word linger like rot. “Rogues can never be trusted.”The

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 66

    AMAYAThe archives smell of dust and secrets.Just as it should, because it is full of secrets. Loads of it, but I haven't been able to find the secret I most desperately need to lay my hands on.I do have to give props to the Grayhide Pack. They sure know how to keep their vault hidden because with the number of times I've snooped around here, I still haven't found anything tangible enough for me to use against the pack.Every time I slip into this room, it feels as though I’ve stepped into another world, one forgotten, one meant to stay forgotten. The shelves creak under the weight of tomes and scrolls so old the leather bindings crack if you breathe too hard. Shadows pool in the corners, heavy as cobwebs.They say stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again, hoping for a different outcome. Well, I guess you could say I was the most stupid wolf in this pack, so I'll risk execution by doing what I've been doing.I tell myself I’ll stop coming here. That it’s reckless, that

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 65

    LUCIANDarian looks like hell.Not only that, but I could sense that he had been throwing guilty glances around lately. As if he did something he never should have done, and I'm willing to bet that it has something to do with Amaya.No matter how many times he denies it, there is a connection between them. I'm not dumb enough not to have noticed that there was something real beneath all his bad attempts to remain uncaring, and beneath all that alpha bravado is a man who's battling with his feelings.I mean, I wouldn't blame him. If I were unfortunate enough to have Evelara as my mate, I would have probably hung myself, so I imagine it hasn't been easy dealing with her and her tantrums.He probably doesn't want to see me or anyone, for that matter, but I've never really cared about that. I live to push his buttons, and irrespective of the connection he has with Amaya, there is no way I have been delusional about what's been going on between us.She definitely feels something for me, to

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 64

    DARIANThe whispers are like smoke in the halls, faint, shifting, but impossible to ignore. Servants don’t look me in the eye when they pass. They lower their voices when I enter. But I hear enough.The rogue girl sneaks out at night. The rogue girl comes back injured. The rogue girl doesn’t sleep.I know that they're all talking about Amaya.I try to dismiss it at first. She’s a servant, they all find excuses to steal moments of freedom, little rebellions against their place. But it gnaws at me, deeper each time the rumor reaches my ears. It isn’t just the whispers. It’s the image of her slipping out in the dark, fragile, reckless, alone.And the memory of her lips in the kitchen.I clench my jaw as I stride down the corridor toward the servants’ wing. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s beneath me. But something in me won’t rest until I see her. Until I know.She’s in the linen room, folding sheets with her injured hand wrapped in cloth. Her movements are stiff, precise, but not precise

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